Dear God, do you want to tear the knuckles down and hold yourself?
Dear god can you climb up that tree meat in the shape of a «T»?
Dear God, the paper says you were the King in the black limosine
Dear John and all the king’s men can’t put your head together again
Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic, and so are your brains
Dear God, your sky is as blue as a gunshot wound
Dear God, if you were alive, you know we’d kill you…
Before the bullets
Before the flies
Before authorities take out my eyes
The only smiling are you dolls that I made
But you are plastic, and so are your brains…